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Roryn grinned at Atharen and whispered in his ear, "Never try to understand a woman, my friend." Atharen chuckled and nodded. Roryn went and sat down and started to build a fire. finishing it he struck it alight with two hunks of stone. Warming his hands against it he took a sausage out of his horse's pack, and stuck it on a knife. He toasted it over the fire for a moment, before biting off the end.
"We should move on..." he said, "There are still bandits, and it will not take them long to find us again. For now they are angry and confused, but they will soon become angry and focused. We must mvoe swiftly, and without trail."
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